Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.